Chapter 5 — The Empty Rescuer and the Female President Hide a Will

The Tianhe Council dismissed Tuong Vy in twelve minutes.

Quoc Thanh presented a will stating that Vy's father gave him control if his daughter was not healthy enough. Thanh said Vy had undergone psychological treatment after an accident, so she couldn't sign big projects.

Vy sat quietly until he finished reading.

“I request a signature inspection.”

“The signature has been notarized.”

I was invited in as the holder of documents related to the fund. Thanh turned to me.

“Can you confirm that this will is related to your father?”

I looked at the seal. Blue ink, misaligned strokes. Like a seal on a map.

“No. But I confirm that the signer used ink that a notary office would not use.”

Thanh got angry and signaled the security guard to take me out. Nam livestreamed from the hallway, recording every word clearly.

Vy stood up.

"I don't need to keep my seat today. I just need all the files not to be transferred."

She locked the server with emergency permission and then left the room herself.

In the car, I asked:

“You knew about the fake will from before?”

"I know my father once made another will. But he hid it in a place where only people outside the family could find it."

“So why do I have the key?”

Vy looked straight ahead.

“Because your father and my father founded the fund.”

I asked my mother again, but she didn't answer the phone.

Nam sent a video of the flood. The original camera footage shows me receiving the box from the child, but the mother ran towards a car with the Thien Ha logo before being swept away by the water.

The logo on the car belongs to Thanh Tin Company.

“They intentionally let the box get to her,” Nam said.

“So who is the child?”

"Son of an embankment engineer. That person just disappeared."

Vy looked at me.

“We need to find him before the Imperial City.”

I laughed dryly.

"You just lost your job, I just lost my job. We have no rights."

Vy took out an old employee card from her pocket.

“I still have the right to ask why my people were pushed into the water.”

That night, we returned to the riverside area. At the foot of the bridge, a man left a helmet and writing on the wall: “Look for stop number 4.”